I swear I could feel it, the soft touch of her hand against my tear-dampened cheek. I knew it could not be so, death had come between us, had terminated our earthly relationship. I would never feel the human touch of her fingers again. What I could feel was the pain of death, and even more the ripping of my soul that the rift of passing had caused. Our lif...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (5 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * Hi, I’m Fancy. You looking for a date? No? You know, it’s not nice to lie to a pretty girl. I seen you round here tonight, driving real slow while you flesh the produce and you evidently liked what you saw because here you are, staring at me like I’m t...
Chapter Three – The Tennis Date and an Unexpected Guest Promptly at four o'clock Cheryl pulled her and Chris's white suburban into the park's parking lot and up to the tennis courts. There were six adjacent courts, and the couple never had a problem finding one available. Most of the time, they were on the courts alone, though occasionally other couples wou...
First off, it doesn't really matter what my name is, does it? In this neighborhood, people don't much use formal names anyways. When you're a drug dealer and small-time thug like me, it's probably for the best everybody only knows me as Buzz. That's a nickname I picked up while in the army during the first Gulf War, the first and last time I got out of this...
Willard's Quarry St. George, Maine 1927 Abigail Kinealy rose from her slumberous state, and stretched her frame across the darkened parlor. For the third straight night she had fallen asleep upon the sofa listening to the entertaining stories of the radio crackle across the great expanse of space and time. Now only the sound of the pendulum swaying in the m...
A lyrical little item, I hope, drawn in part from my real experiences and in part from the losses of others, friends. A love song to my wife, and long may she be just that. It always made me smile. Thinking about my wife, I mean, and the way we... well, the way we started off together. We were maybe a little older than most who meet and then marry for t...
*Note: I am a great fan of these books but those who have read the series know that Laura is a child at the beginning of the series. I have taken the liberty of making Laura eighteen years old so that she can tell her story of learning how to become a loving wife on the prairie. I am also using the visuals of the actors that portrayed the members of the Litt...
"I don't see what's so difficult about it," grumbled Niord of Noatun, "I am the king of the Swedes and also god of the Sea. A king is usually the god in charge of something or other -- fertility is a popular choice, as you might expect -- and most gods are king of somewhere or other. My father Ingvi was king of the Turks, for example, and my son Frey is king...
Chapter 24 ConfessionalCarmen entered the conference room; Lauren was the only one there, reviewing her notes, sipping a soda, and eating a Nutter-Butter from the vending machine down the hall. "Cookie?" she said, pushing the pack toward Carmen, who sat down beside her. "You smooth talker, you," Carmen said, taking the last one. "So, how is she?" Lauren as...
"That's not short!" Snorted our new friend Ian, as my wife paraded in front of us. Joy stopped and looked at us all. I was sat grinning and Sarah, Ian's wife was too. "You said you were going to wear a short skirt to the party" Ian continued to wind up my wife. My wife stood before us in a blue suit with a skirt about 2 inches above her knees. It showed h...